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1

Twinkle - A Lonely Singing Doll

Fame and fortune was my aim
I knew that I could go far
But now my life cannot be the same
Since I became a singing star

Always first with every style
I seem to have it all
But underneath this happy smile
I'm just a lonely singing doll

I am just like other girls
I want to find a boy to love
But I never got the chance
To find the boy I'm dreaming of

Any party I go to
People stop and they stare
Boys only look never speak to me
It's just as if they didn't dare

So each night I stay at home
Looking at the wall
I always seem to be on my own
I'm just a lonely singing doll

I am just like other girls
I want to find a boy to love
But I never got the chance
To find the boy I'm dreaming of

Any party I go to
People stop and they stare
Boys only look never speak to me
It's just as if they didn't dare

So each night I stay at home
Looking at the wall
I always seem to be on my own
I'm just a lonely singing doll

I always seem to be on my own
I'm just a lonely singing doll

2

Kenickie - P.V.C.

My halo slips over my eyes
My nice dress rips and I don't cry
What am I doing here
When I just want to wear

Oh PVC
(It's my favourite plastic)
PVC
(Cos its nice and shiny)
PVC
(and completely waterproof)
Start again
Start again

A lipstick stain on my new dress
The fabric's scarred and I'm distressed
I take my own advice
Get kitted out in nice

Oh PVC
(It's my favourite plastic)
PVC
(Cos its nice and shiny
PVC
(and completley waterproof)
Start again
Start again

You've never seen me quite this way
But you'll aggree
I'm twice as nice this way

The moral of this little tale
Do what you like and you can't fail
To get in someones way
HEY

Oh PVC
(It's my favourite plastic
PVC
(Cos its nice and shiny)
PVC
(And completely waterproof)
Start again
Start again

3

Sue Wilkinson - You've Got To Be A Hustler If You Want To Get On

I remember Sally from number four
She always had boys queueing up at her door
She wasn't so good looking, but she seemed to have such fun
While I had none, I asked my Mum, "How come?"
Mother said Sally was loose and cheap
And girls like that ended up on the street
Not like me, I was good, you see

Now I saw Sally in the deli today
She's a lady now in every way
So darn rich, people tell me she's a witch
With lovers by the score, do I have to tell you more

Oh, you've got to be a hustler if you want to get on
Principles can only hold you back
The only women makin' it are women who are shakin' it
They're faking all their morals on the mat
It's an act, it's a fact
You've got to be a hustler if you want to make a name
Bein' good can only get you hurt
Chastity and virtue never brought a woman fame
And men will always crave a cunning flirt

When you read the newspapers every day
There's always some hussy that's having her way
By dating someone famous, she makes herself a name
And no one blames her, I guess we'd all do the same

But then they get married and before you know
She wants divorce and half of his dough
Gets herself a lawyer who's a really shrewd guy
And get's the judge's sympathy by crying and crying

Yes, you've got to be a hustler if you want to get on
Principles can only hold you back
The only women makin' it are women who are shakin' it
They're faking all their morals on the mat
It's an act, it's a fact
You've got to be a hustler if you want to make a name
Bein' good can only get you hurt
Chastity and virtue never brought a woman fame
And men will always crave a cunning flirt

Well, the next time it happens as she starts to write
Of her schemes through the days and her men through the nights
And even though it's tasteless, the book sells coast to coast
On all the chat shows, you can see her boast

And now they're makin' a film of the book
And no one gives a damn that the girl was a "Huh"
They've got posters obscene, now she's mixin with the cream
No one even cares what she's done or where she's been

Ooh, you've got to be a hustler if you want to get on
Principles can only hold you back
The only women makin' it are women who are shakin' it
They're faking all their morals on the mat
It's an act, it's a fact
You've got to be a hustler if you want to make a name
Bein' good can only get you hurt
Chastity and virtue never brought a woman fame
And men will always crave a cunning flirt

Yes, you've got to be a hustler if you want to get on

4

Giedre  - Toutes Des Putes

Les filles qui naissent toutes nues,
C'est trop des putes,
Les filles qui montrent leurs seins à leur bébé quand
elles les allaitent,

C'est trop des putes,
Les filles qui enlève leur culotte devant leur gynéco,
c'est trop des putes,
Les filles qui sont à poil dans leur douche,
C'est trop des putes.

Toutes des putes,
Toutes des putain,
C'est vraiment toutes des putes,
Toutes des putes,
Toutes des putain,
C'est toutes des putes.

Les filles qui se touchent pour mettre des tampons,
C'est trop des putes,
Les filles qui ne portent rien sous leurs sous-vêtements,
C'est trop des putes,
Les filles qui se laisse peloter pour une mammographie,
C'est trop des putes,
Les filles qui sont toutes nues devant le médecin légiste,
C'est trop des putes,

Toutes des putes,
Toutes des putain,
C'est vraiment toutes des putes,
Toutes des putes,
Toutes des putain,
C'est toutes des putes, des putes, des putes, des putes, des
putes, des putes.

Ouè toutes des putes,
Toutes des putain,
C'est vraiment toutes des putes,
Toutes des putes,
Toutes des putain.

Des putes.

5

YVA - Paparacai

(Ei, paparacai, jau nusibodot...
Ne, nu jau ir išnaglėjot visai...
Jeigu norit naujų žinių - mokėkit babkes)

Žurnalistai neriasi iš kailio
Aprašyt kiekvieną mano meilę
Fotoaparatais atakuoja
Privačią erdvę okupuoja

Jie rašo, kad dainuoju fonogramą
Jie rašo, kad parduodu savo namą
Jiems įdomu visos mano ligos
Jie žino: ten, kur YVA – ten intrigos

Dieve, ko tik jie neprisimąsto
Man kieme konteinerį iškapsto
Išrūšiuoja viską, kas išmesta
Tikisi surast nėštumo testą

Jie trypia mano garbę ir orumą
Visiškai praradę padorumą
Svetimą krūtinę primontuoja
Ir išsižioję tiražuoja

Paparaciai, paparaciai
Lenda po sijonais drąsiai
(x4)

Lietuva visa gerai pažįsta
Mantą Petruškevičių, stilistą
Užrašyta ant kaktos „Elitas“
Jam tikrai netinka celiulitas

Man tai: atsisuk į objektyvą
Bučinį tau siunčia grupė „YVA“
Nors, teisybę sakant, tau nerūpi
Mes juk ne aukštuomenė truputį

Žurnalai mano stilių kritikuoja
Kiekvieną naują rūbą komentuoja
Stengiasi parodyt mane bjaurią
Įdeda nuotrauką žiaurią

Bet tikrai nėra čia ko stebėtis
Paparaciai – tik marionetės
Jie paklusniai dirba, iš už kampo
Juos vadovai už virvučių tampo

Paparaciai, paparaciai
Lenda po sijonais drąsiai
(x4)

Aš tikrai uždirbsiu milijoną
Net jei nepataikysiu į toną
Panorėjus gausiu milijardą
Jei Zvonkų užstatysiu į lombardą

Man dzin visi, visi bulvarai
Man dzin interneto komentarai
Man dzin įkyrūs paparaciai
Jie priklauso juodadarbių klasei

Paparaciai, paparaciai
Lenda po sijonais drąsiai
(x4)

6

Lukas and Goda - Krize

Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Lukai, take it easy.
Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Goda, don't you cry.

Lukas : Užsirašiau pas psichologą kietą.
Goda : Tu nori skirtis, mano mielas poete?
Ar šiaip kokia depresija tau galvą užspaudė?
Lukas : Matai, kurį jau laiką mintį audžiu:
Visi tik šneka apie krizę,
Apie miglotą ateities viziją...
Goda : O man neaišku, ką tai reiškia,
Gal kas naują kosmetinį brand‘ą išleidžia?
Lukas : Tikrai, arti to.

Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Lukai, take it easy.
Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Goda, don't you cry.

Goda : O mano draugės paskendo depresijoj.
Lukas : Per radiją sakė – gili recesija.
Goda : O šitą žodį aš kažkur skaičiau.
Tai moteriškos pėdkelnės? –
Lukas : Šilčiau.
Nors iš tikrųjų, Goda, tu klysti,
Krizė – tai mano švogerkos pažįstama,
Labai papiktinta vieniša moteris.
Goda : Bijokim krizės. Tai ką, pasimelskime?
Lukas : Tai sukalbam poterius:

Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Lukai, take it easy.
Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Goda, don't you cry.
(x2)

Goda : Dabar man aišku:
Krizė – tai, kas kartais nutinka moterims.
Pasimelskime.
Lukas : Sukalbam poterius:

Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Lukai, take it easy.
Krizė, krizė, krizė,
Goda, don't you cry.
(x2)


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